Running

Tuesday, Day 3 of Story week. Hope you enjoy. Comment if you want to! I would love to hear from you.

We all have those times that we just want to run away from life. We are stuck between a rock and a hard place, you cant move but all you want to do is run. This feeling comes when we are most hurt. When we don't know what to do anymore. Life has its ups and downs, but when we have those downs that just tear us apart that's when we have that instinct to run. Only the strong ones stay and stick it out. Think about that the next time you are just going through a rough time, remember how strong you are when you really stick it through.

When I was about 8 I tried to run away. I still can't remember why. I'm sure my mom said something like you have to clean your room and I didn't do it so I probably got in big trouble. I remember I had this very small baby blue PowerPuff Girl tent and I took it and I grabbed a blanket and a Barbie and I left. I took our little red wagon and I put my tent, blanket and toy in there and I rolled that wagon all around the neighborhood. I didn't make it far before it started to get cold and until my tummy started growling. So I set up camp in the front yard. I some trouble with my tent but I made it. I got my tent set up and got in it. It wasn't big enough for me to sit any other way than Indian Style with my head crouched down. After about 20 minutes and my neck cramping I got out. I saw my mom standing on the porch in wonder of what I was doing. She said "Andrea?" In that tone that we all know Mom's use when they are like "What in the world is my child doing?" So I looked her in the eye and said "I'm running away!" She just laughed at me and said "Why are you doing that?" I didn't really know how to answer that question because by that time I had realized I was unsuccessful at running away and I needed some food for my growing body. So I just said "Cause I wanna!" She looked at me with a stern smile and said, "Come and get dinner, grab your stuff and put the wagon away." I said "Ok mom." With a disappointed but yet relived tone. But while I was putting the wagon and tent away I realized that if I just wait a little longer I will be capable of running away. So I told myself I would wait a little longer. I never did run away. But I did make it in life just fine, and now I am on my own. Running away wasn't a good idea at 8. And it isn't a good idea now, no matter what you are facing.